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Just a few thoughts.

Whilst colonialism by waring nations has slowly decreased across the globe.
Corporate colonialism has been steadily rising, seizing power in society, and using it's social and economic influence to extract resources from the entire world; with little or no concern for any of its fellow inhabitants.
That's because corporate colonial power; (or the super rich) has no stake or little compassion for the welfare of indigenous populations or local economy's.

The super elite are so detached from reality, that they literally live in Alyssum; seemingly avoiding all the negative consequences of their poor conduct, requiring just a small workforce to oversee production.

The welfare of the surplus population, especially those too young, or too old to work is immaterial; unprofitable!
And as such, is poorly funded so as to pacify the masses and stave off civil-unrest.

Which is why globally there is a constant and gradual increase in funding profitable military sectors, mining and the media; and a gradual decline in funding environmental schemes, health or education.

Neelam May 30
Obscene rituals slouching in

massive screens unfiltered

undeterred, Unquestioning

ignoble minds celebrate

familiar hibernation

punctuated by routines

Monotony is the norm

Accepted as form of survival

by urban slaves.
Written in an experimental manner, this poem dwells on the mind control mechanism by the media and the automated approach to life by the urbanites.
Dark Dream May 8
As the evening ticks on
I sit and ponder
Inside my restless spirit
I witness the comings
And goings
Of all the people
Through the pixels of black
Scrolling or trolling
The ether holds such power
Yet it’s substance is weak
Usage of color inside words
A slip of the keys
Portrayal in portraits
In lives out of the hives
But what is the point
Engaging in this parade
Do you show off your mask
Create those tasks
So I wonder again
If I’m in the right place
Or did I just end up
In a new trap for me
Steve Page May 6
Action without validation
without comparison by Instagram.
Experience not shared
not shown to those in the stands.
These events have value
even when not shared by you.
Secret acts are potent
so relish these moments
without posts.
Not everything off line lacks value.
Media moguls
(The big six)

Media moguls, farming us like baboons, leaving just a flicker of our human potential; enough to consume.

A bitter machine, manufacturing and selling the illusion of fear and failure; ******* with our subconscious, spinning and expanding this dark material world; for nothing more than prestige and false profits.

There is more to life than this!
We are all children of the light!
Wake up Space monkeys!
A constant stream of negativity, greed and desire.
I can keep it all to myself
the things you said to me
the things you did
it's mine forever
it's mine alone
the things I wish I did
the things I wish I said
I should have put a bullet
in your pretty little head
I can keep it all to myself
the things I said to you
the things I did
the things I thought
it's mine forever
it's mine alone

Instagram was a graveyard
of memories that came to pass
my ex shared a picture of our son
on the backseat of his car
with their hands touching
whoever "he" is
I wonder if he knows
all the nasty **** you love to do
the ****** up thoughts you keep
the thoughts that keep you
so very far away from me

Now Instagram is a nightmare
a collage of everything
that makes me sick to breathe
it's where my dreams died
and reanimated
as someone else's
and that's ok because
in a way
they are still mine forever
his and mine alone

If we ever touched again
that would be
our very own cosmic Hiroshima **** up
I wonder how many souls we'd stamp out?
I wonder how many dreams would die?
mine are at the forefront of my mind
the dreams I had of us together
as the happiest three man band
the world has never seen
labyrinth Mar 1
Either social media or mainstream
Will soon control even your dream

They don’t need your loyalty honey
Only body, spirit, time and money

(In Loving Memory Of Laura Branigan)
I don’t watch the news for one simple reason
It’s stereotypes goths and punks
Not all of us are in the black occult
Not all of us are killers
Not all of us are either school shooters either

I don’t watch the Newfor one simple reason
They paint
People with mental health issues
In a very bad light
showcasing our bad sides

I do not watch the news for one simple reason
Foreign perpetuates hate
Islam a phobia

Let’s turn off the TV said and think for ourselves as human beings as we are supposed to
Not as fearful robots and computers programmed to hate
According to the TV I am the soldier who strangled his wife
I’m having a nightmare I do the deed
According to the TV I am ******

According to the TV I am the serial killer who murders women
Just because I had a bad childhood
According to the TV I am ******

According to the TV I am the school shooter because I was bullied
The point where it traumatize me
Cording to the TV I am ******

According to the TV
The TV is ****
For not everyone is like that
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